Our trips this year have revovled around family. This week Jill, my wife, flies to Bellevile, Ontario, for our niece’s wedding. In the past few months we have been out to British Columbia as my brother’s cancer worsened and he finally died. In a few weeks we expect to venture up to Prince Albert for the birth of our first grandchild.
All this gets me thinking. Miles (kilometers for those imperially challenged) tend to be easy to cover. We may not like the price of gas, the blur of scenery, or even the need for those “potty” breaks along the way. But arrival means the opportunity to continue to gel family relationships.
I appreciate those who have turned life into a journey. And I love the road trip! But perhaps we need to get back to the destination. Is there not a reason we are on our road trips??